Turned Around

Return from disaster
Want to be master
Won’t bend a knee
Too busy with the spree
Swirling funnel of leaves
Razored to make you bleed
Bartered away the soul
All for a dose of control
Patchwork like the heavens
Processed into confessions
Jekyll without a Hyde
Ready to consume pride
Until the roads diverge
Then comes the herds
Crushing the only goal
A plan left unwhole
Weaving through the fight
Yelling lines of spite
Yearning for a break
Nothing left to stake
Dashed upon the hearth
Lamp illuminates the dark
Twisted by the ever lies
Stop with your wolf cries
Settle for the night
Regain your sight